"I will tell you, then, that this is the pair you had on when you were arrested."
"Then it's the pair I wore to the Ansonia."
"You didn't change your boots after leaving the Ansonia?"
"No."
"Kittredge," said the judge severely, "the man who shot Martinez escaped by the alleyway and left his footprints on the soft earth. We have made plaster casts of them. There they are; our experts have examined them and find that they correspond in every particular with the soles of these boots. What do you say to this?"
Lloyd listened in a daze. "I don't see how it's possible," he answered.
"You still deny having been in the alleyway?"
"Absolutely."
"I pass to another point," resumed Hauteville, who was now striding back and forth with quick turns and sudden stops, his favorite manner of attack. "You say you had no quarrel with Martinez?"
A shade of anxiety crossed Lloyd's face, and he looked appealingly at his counsel, who nodded with a consequential smack of the lips.